Open Poetry #24 |
Attending A Funeral |
Thisman Junior Member
since 2003-01-21
Posts 19 |
hollow meadow sacrosanct field of standing stones babies, old hags drawn close by scarcity of land a farmer has drawn furrows close to illustrated this missing by inches heads, toes, rotting boxes I am in attendance but adrift one foot on elm's root I arc above becoming a wish, a vapor buoyed by husks of life I am thus borne up rising (ever higher, ever faster) one mile over sirens scream next? I am a filament now an arrow pointing at the setting sun cannot be snared by grasping clay nor memories dead earth, this is not the day of our appointment I can wait, it says next? |
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Tari Miriel Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 69The state of mind |
Thisman, I am liking your style, the journey and vision... this poem is *awesome*~ Tari |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sir... I reside on the plains... your poem did a remarkable thing. It swung from 100 years ago to today, and back again... and I applaud you... it was good, and I think you will produce better works as time will tell. Looking forward to more from you... |
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